The Broken Bread of Redemption Shmini Shel Pesach 2018 the Jewish Center Rabbi Yosie Levine

The Broken Bread of Redemption Shmini shel Pesach 2018 The Jewish Center Rabbi Yosie Levine This past week, The New York Times published an obituary of a man named Johan van Hulst. He died at the age of 107. In the early 1940s, van Hulst was the director of a Calvinist teacher training seminary in Amsterdam. Across the street from the seminary was a theatre. In 1942, two years after Germany invaded the Netherlands, the Nazis took over the theater and transformed it into a c learing site for Jews living in Amsterdam who had been issued deportation notices by the Nazi government. When families arrived there, children were separated from their parents and sent temporarily to a nursery on the other side of the street. From that nursery, children were dispatched to Nazi death camps. Knowing that the children faced certain death, Henriëtte Pimentel, who had served as the headmistress of the day care since 1926 and was herself a Sephardic Jew, together with van Hulst launched a clandestine operation to save as many children as they could. The nursery shared a back garden with the college that van Hulst directed. Starting in January 1943, Pimentel and Walter Süskind, a German Jew who had been appointed by the Nazis to run the local operation, began canvassing potential adoptive families for physical descriptions of children who could fit into their families without detection. Once the children's parents had agreed, the names of the children to be rescued were removed from the Nazi's registry of Jews who had passed through the theatre. Then, working with Pimentel, Süskind and dozens of other volunteers, van Hulst arranged for the children to be spirited over the hedge separating the neighboring back yards of the nursey and the teachers' college, often assisted by teachers-in-training or local university students. Over the course of nine months, van Hulst helped save the lives of some 600 Jewish children. In 1970 he was recognized by Yad Vashem as one of the Righteous among the Gentiles. And in 2016, the former Teacher Training College became the Dutch National Holocaust Museum. What’s the meaning of these last days of Pesach? On some level, the premise of the question itself is subject to challenge. After all, a week can be considered a kind of standard measure of observance in Judaism. Sheva brachot last a week; mourning lasts a week; Sukkos is a seven-day celebration. So maybe it shouldn’t surprise us that Pesach fits the pattern – in which case the final day is just that – a summation or a finale to our week-long festival. That said, I think we can venture a suggestion as to something more specific. Of course we know that the last day of Pesach is the anniversary of Yam Suf. But why is this significant? 1 Thinking back to the Seder, there’s a theme that lurks beneath the surface but is never permitted full-throated expression. The theme is the notion of incompletion – the sense that stages matter. • The whole of the Seder is really set up this way: We divide the evening into 15 discrete sections. • Dayeinu highlights this, too. The song declares that each stage of the redemptive process needs to be considered and appreciated on its own merit – independent of the final outcome. • Rabbi Riskin writes in his Haggadah that this is the reason, too, for Yachatz. Yes, Matzah is the bread of our redemption; but it’s broken because our redemption is not yet complete. • And the Sefat Emet makes the very same point about Tzafun. Why is the Afikoman hidden? Because part of redemption remains hidden – undiscernible to the naked eye. Maybe this is the essential message of Pesach’s final day. Of course we celebrate, but we pause to acknowledge that there’s something sobering about our celebration – and not just because our salvation came at the expense of Egyptian lives. The story of Yam Suf is unique in that it can only be appreciated in a wider context. There was a great moment of deliverance, but that moment represented only one step in part of a larger journey. Focusing on Yam Suf helps provide a sense of perspective that could have otherwise escaped us. It would have been so easy to celebrate the exodus as the capstone – the last note of virtuosity in the sweeping and powerful culmination of a redemption story. It would have been so easy to mistake our liberation for our destination. But in fact the epilogue to the story – which we commemorate today – adds a new dimension. Kriat Yam Suf, like the exodus from Egypt, while magnificent and spectacular on its face, left us nowhere. And in fact, each act of redemption continues to leave us a little more redeemed, but also categorically unredeemed. • We survive Egypt only to face the impending danger of the Egyptian chariots and horsemen. • We survive the Egyptian army only to face a crisis of water at Marah. • We survive the crisis of water only to face the crisis of food. • And so the story continues for forty years! the first days are ecstatic and euphoric. The yoke of oppression has been lifted and we’re just overjoyed. Having graduated from years of slavery, how could we do anything but celebrate? 2 A week later, reality has set in. We haven’t lost our sense of joy, but it’s tempered by the trials of our new condition. Rav Soloveitchik once made this observation about a person who emerges from a miraculous event. First he tells the shorthand version. “I’m alive. Everything is OK.” After he’s had a chance to take a deep breath, he can fill in the details and the color. It’s the inverse of the old joke about a Jewish telegram that reads: “Start worrying; details to follow.” Of course we celebrate how far we’ve come; but we also pause to recognize how far we have to go. For Pesach is the holiday of incomplete redemption. And it’s really the theme of Shir Hashirim, too. It’s a series of unrequited loves. There’s never fulfilment. The book has no final chapter. In an interview many years after the war, van Hulst described the days before the closure of his rescue operation: "Now try to imagine 80, 90, perhaps 70 or 100 children standing there, and you have to decide which children to take with you. ... That was the most difficult day of my life. ... You know for a fact that the children you leave behind are going to die. I took 12 with me. Later on I asked myself: ‘Why not 13?’” Van Hulst never considered himself a hero, but of course we do. Because we celebrate our redemption and our victories even as we acknowledge that said redemption is woefully incomplete. In a moment we’re going to recite Yizkor. And we’ll remember the people who weren’t with us this Pesach: Our beloved parents and grandparents – the people whose memories are the very definition of the holiday we celebrate. And as we prepare to observe Yom Hashoah this week, we’ll pause to remember, too, all the Jewish children who were murdered in the Holocaust and all the children who never came into this world. Such is our fate as members of the Jewish people: We have a deep and personal relationship with the Almighty – and we recognize His guiding hand in the course of human events. And so our lives are filled with moments of joy and celebration. But we live, too, with the knowledge that our world is unredeemed. Our goal is not to finish the task; but neither are we free to pretend as though we are not responsible. Our greatest heroes are the ones who freely confess that their work is incomplete. 3 .

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